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zoophily, poetry & ecstasy in NYC
Lucy Ives’ next reading date is FEBRUARY 27th at 8pm and will take place at SPACESPACE (390 Seneca avenue, corner of Seneca and Stanhope).
Today I realized that appart from being a very talented writer, she’s also feeding a pretty entertaining collages blog… worth going through on a Sunday night.
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typographic kink
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very serious tattooing (gals dat flippn rule pt 4)
People that make work like that make it easier for me to fill the pages of Sang Bleu…
Today, meet: Sarah Schor
(No wonder she is already employed by very serious shops like NYA (home) & Frith St (guest spots))
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Every time
Every time I come home I stand in the doorway and say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
When I go to bed and pull the covers open, I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
Every time I get out of bed I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
Every time I leave my home, I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.

Illustration appears in the May 1957 issue of Sexology: Sex Science Illustrated Volume 23 Number 10.Text was written by Sam Pink.
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a quickie
Esmeralda of 2dm sent these beautiful illustrations by Ricardo Fumanal
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happy orgy
Dear Readers. for your delight, here is a spontaneously-submitted collection of collages Christa. To me, they look like snapshots of orgies on acid! They make me smile. Thank you Christa!
Christa Joo Hyun D’Angelo is a Berlin based Korean-Italian American artist from NYC. She was born in 1983, Busan, South Korea and attended the Maryland Institute College of Art in Baltimore Maryland. She eventually transferred to The Academy of Fine Arts, in Cracow Poland and graduated in 2006. Christa has since worked with the Berlin art collective, Artists Anonymous and is currently working on a new series of works for a forthcoming show in 2010.
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chalk lines
Elisa of 2dM submits:
“Pain, love and sensuality is what most come out from Brian M. Viveros defiant way to honor women. Winked glances capture our eyes in his imaginary made of scarred women, bounded and hooked, dressed like soldiers, boxeurs and toreras. Nevertheless, in this painfully erotic scenario there’s no lack of cigarettes.”























































